At least, Lucia did so.

She had indeed only time for a hurried survey, for their packing had to be completed by her hands; and she knew that the arrival of the ship would soon be known, and that if Mr.Wynter had kept his promise of meeting them, he might appear at any moment.

She went down, therefore, and found Mrs.Costello dressing with hurried and trembling fingers, too much agitated by the prospect of meeting her cousin, after so long and strange a separation, to be capable of attending to anything.
All was done, however, before they were interrupted.

They wrapped themselves up warmly, for the morning was intensely cold through all its brightness, and went up on deck together.

Lucia found a seat in a sheltered place for Mrs.Costello, and stood near her watching the constant stream of coming and going between the ship and the shore.